Some nights I do email all night long.
Long after I have gone to sleep,
and begun to dream.
Last night was that night,
with each email more complex than the last
each problem more pressing, until
it was no longer a dream, but knocking
on Nightmare, but then..
I saw an email from you, which
always makes me feel that little excited, that
little bit of happy I feel when I see one from you, wondering,
what you have to tell me.
It was a poem.
Wise, wonderful and precise,
Every word, every phrase, every stanza.
I read it over and over, because it made such perfect sense,
and was everything I needed to hear.
Like a song you want to play over. And over.
I loved you for writing me that.
And I slept. WIth out dreams. Without email.
The only problem is, now I am awake,
I can't remember.
Not a word of it.
Can you just tell me, one more time…
what you wrote?